As you grunted and pressed downward, i lifted my head and my hands spanked your buttocks, drawing yelps in between your gasps for air.. The harder you...force fed me your pussy, the more i craved. I felt your cream running down the sides of my face. Nirvana. But I’d had enough of this. Any more orgasms and I would have drowned just from your…ahem…enthusiasm. Moving you off of me, you held your pose, as if reading my mind. You watched with great interest as my cum covered lips curled into a. It was to be the ultimate for Monty, this ritual cleaning of his mother before breakfast each time this night had happened. He noted a bite on her left breast, the lips of her sex red and well used and the red lines of the three strokes almost gone, he explained, “ Bessy, had marks still and her backside was still very marked and sore, though she was up and cooking as usual… without knickers though….” They dressed tiredly, then went to take breakfast, outwardly a perfectly normal family.. ." All the officers were female, and took great delight in subjecting their male captives to the most humiliating and degrading of acts. One of their favorite punishments, was to chain a man into the hole of the latrine, for days at a time. The hapless male would be constantly subjected to the ladies piss and shit and spit. And the lash! There was always a female officer, or two, in the lower level of the 3 sided box. This was where they meted out the worst of their tortures, while the prisoner. It also turned me on.I can't deny the arousal I felt having this inner dialogue with myself and it was further evidenced by the swelling of my cock in my pants. After a few subtle and discreet adjustments to my crotch, I could still feel the pre cum stirring in my balls and slowly climbing up my thickening antennae, inch by inch.I never had this kind of reaction before, and my thoughts and feelings about this were smothering me. How did he fuck her? Where did he fuck her? Did she suck him? Did.